I find it quite amusing that writing fiction and fantasy, something that I really want to write, has become increasingly difficult for me and so I end up analysing the society which ultimately goes into the realm of the political. True adulthood arrives when you realise that all art is political simply because all life is, and all politics is actually economics. Having vast lives is a privilege that many can’t afford and the same goes for imagination. When one sees the edge of the simulation imagination too becomes redundant, except as a device to escape from the mundane. I have had my encounters with power, of course totally inadvertently, and that made me realise that power remains the same as it was a thousand years before or even before that. It made me realise that there is something about power that corrupts absolutely, and that made me realise that characters like Sauron in Lord of The Rings and Voldemort in Harry Potter have absolute basis in reality. I wondered why power by nature is corrupt and I realised that the very method power is acquired throughout history is through deception and brute force and thus it becomes the standard way of acquiring and keeping it. This realisation makes Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin is a true window to how power actually operates. As a person who has studied psychiatry I know that malignant narcissism, megalomania and psychopathy are essential traits in individuals who are into the games of power. These individuals are incapable of finer thought so they employ people who are, through intimidation or coercion and sometimes incentives. The power games I found myself, into and totally unwillingly, made me realise that in this country power is whimsical and for it to target you it takes as little as “it” not liking some attribute of yours, such as face, and this dislike doesn’t even have to have a basis in reality. The most tragic part of it all is that most of the time, in this country, the victims do not even know that they are being targeted, that they have a target painted on their back just because someone didn’t like some attribute of them. It is just how the school bullies are but then school bullies do what they do because they know that they can get away with it which in itself is signifies that they are shielded by power and unfortunately in India it is as simple as that, kind of direct, the school bullies end up with actual power while those who have "struggled" and "worked hard" occupy symbolic or token positions in society. Power by its very nature doesn’t adjust, it makes others adjust, at the maximum it feigns benevolence while continuing to operate whimsically in the shadows. The news, however, is that this time this whimsical, full of hatred consolidation of power is permanent and in this country it operates at a very personal level and has declared itself to be God, with whom it shares no traits whatsoever except a kind of omnipresence and omniscience that “it” itself can’t make sense of because of a vast gap between its entitlement and competence. At an executive level this power operates through lower class criminals, each of which think themselves as gods. This are kind of things that are expressed and dealt with in fiction, just like Rowling, Tolkien and Orwell but as it looks now time of fiction, fantasy and metaphors in this country has ended and literature in this country is now just a domain of rich housewives.
An archive of my writings and a place for my writing experiments and projects.
Thursday, 29 January 2026
Wednesday, 28 January 2026
Rumani
I had a mindset back in the day which unfortunately has collapsed and I do not regret it a bit because I would prefer to witness and experience unflinching reality than experience curated comforting delusions or hyperreality. The real damage that can’t be undone has happened to my writing aptitude. Earlier when I wrote romantic poetry I believed in it, now I realise that romance can’t really exist without political permission. The fate of romance is sealed. What remains, as I salvage the pieces of reality as I know it, is survival and creation of aesthetics and now when I write romance, I do not write with the intent as I previously had but I write it as a form of aesthetic which can provide refuge to the hopeless romantics of this day and age. People have been taking refuge in make-believe since forever, especially when the reality becomes unbearable but unfortunately I have finally realised that this time the unlivability of reality is permanent, not for those who have their lives curated, but for the majority. And this reality of the situation is tragic because nature and love are enough to make any life bearable and even happy. In India in particular, being a romantic is inviting exploitation because the deepest structure itself is predatory. Though accepting romanticism and romance as aesthetics would provide relief to the romantics who have still not become cynical, those who can’t help but be romantic. Realisation of transactions as the baseline of reality is the first and most important step of sociopolitical awakening. The bottom line is that when the shit hits the fan one might end up paying for things they see with their own eyes, just for having the ability to see and this statement is definitely not a hyperbole. Once this is realised survival becomes paramount and love only remains as a balm of the pain of survival. The realisation of the transactional reality of the world is the ultimate enlightenment in the world. We live in a world where renunciation doesn’t help and even renunciation is commodified. The ultimate goal is to be able to afford air conditioning and hoping for the same pleasure that the childhood desert cooler gave from it, and yes this is a metaphor.
Monday, 26 January 2026
Thoughtspill
Molon labe
Sunday, 25 January 2026
Eyes Wide Shut
Bastard Prophet
Hans Simmer
Friday, 23 January 2026
Write Concepts #22
Fair Play
Conceiving worlds from scratch is what fantasy writers do. J.RR. Tolkien did it for Lord of The Rings, J.K. Rowling did it for Harry Potter and stitched it seamlessly with today’s (or the 90s) world, Ursula K. Le Guin did it. George R. R. Martin did it, and so did many others, comics writer do it way to often. There have been quite a few attempts in India too, and I actively searched for them and came across them but I don’t think, given the political climate of today, there are going to be more attempts though I would love that it would happen in this country. I like building worlds and so I build worlds, little worlds in each of my story, flash fiction. It’s hard for worlds to have soul today but MCU, can’t say the same about DCU has still has heart in quite a lot of it though not all. Lord of the Rings has heart, Harry Potter undoubtedly has heart and George R. R. Martin shows the world as it is, yes the actual world has as much conspiracy, incest and betrayal as The Game of Thrones it’s just that people who are not a part of it live in their bubbles. I personally oscillate between the warmth of Harry Potter and paranoia of Philip K. Dick. Philip K. Dick was a man of courage and until you truly see the edge of the simulation you can’t really appreciate the level of courage he had. People like Philip K. Dick and William Gibson saw the simulation for what it is. I deeply appreciate people like Philip K. Dick but doing things what he did in America in third world countries in incredibly hard because Western societies acknowledge individuality while third world countries do not. While I might write a fantasy that I conceptualised in 2010, in today’s scenario it doesn’t really matter my introductory scene was a guy playing guitar in a pub and as the social hyperreality of this nation collapsed clubs are out of access from majority of youth except rich and performative assholes. What remains are two class controllers, one suited and still performative and second Mirzapur (the TV series) like gangsters who control the situation in places like I hail from. I had never thought the setup would be cyberpunk meets rangdari (extortion) gangsters but unfortunately that’s what the setup is. So it’s basically Gangs of Wasseypur meets Philip K. Dick meets The Matrix. Fantasy is out of question here though I might try it, if I want to write something related to truth as all the good writers in history did, I might have to make Mirzapur, cyberpunk. It’s funny that one of the most famous fantasies of India, Chandrakanta, originated in India the place which now is famous for Mirzapur. The takeway that I got from struggling with reality is that one’s got to preserve their version of reality from getting colonized and same should be done for their version of fantasy. It’s even more heart breaking that the one’s colonizing people’s authentic realities are neo-colonists of their own country. Writing in this country now is not a weak man’s game because it is going to reflect on their families and next generations and this is how persecution in this country actually travels, though what is comforting is that even if you do not give the entity that persecutes, it would create a reason to persecute and it renders playing it safe redundant.
Thursday, 22 January 2026
Custom of Delusion of Persecution
Wednesday, 21 January 2026
RNM
From Lord Byron's Asshole
Monday, 19 January 2026
Off The Grid
Faith and Politics
Sunday, 18 January 2026
Common People
Saturday, 17 January 2026
See Through
What does it mean to be enlightened? The concept of enlightenment as it is floated in the media appears to be an eastern concept and sure enough the data as it is available does show that India, in antiquity, was an enlightened country, more so than other civilizations. The India of today however is far from enlightened, and it was baffling to realise that even the individuals whom you would presuppose to be enlightened are not really enlightened but charlatans. This nation as it presented itself to me in the past decade made me realised that the very core of those who actually have control of this nation is composed of scamming, rape, entitlement and whimsical violence. Who are two people who might be considered enlightened in the past two hundred years in this country? The two names that I can take from the top of my head are Swami Vivekananda and Rabindranath Tagore and there are countless others because enlightenment continued as a tradition in this country. The modern times however are different, we have scammers posing as enlightened beings and those who hold actual power in this country themselves are scammers and, very unfortunately, rapists. As I suffered my homeland, I realised that power in this country is basically about retaining the right to rape and this rape thrives on the silence of women. Enlightenment is not an Indian domain anymore. You see the internet and you see westerners, each enlightened in their own individual way, while Indians dealing with performative dignity, performative class, showoff, and shame. You don't perform something that you actually have or at least are not confused about. The deepest establishment of this country thrives on maintaining imposter syndromes in people, and if by chance someone achieves enlightenment then he or she is tortured or raped to oblivion because the India of today is basically extraction and rape at the deepest possible level and they are not even skilled at it to do it with finesse like the West. You want to compare the quality of enlightenment? Listen to Western classical music and Indian classical music, note the difference between them and try to guess which touches the soul more deeply. Enlightenment in its simplest term is achieving singularity with the concepts you know. And it is the proof that all paths lead to one truth. It is the reason why all degrees lead to a PhD. One doesn't have to be a philosopher, a mystic or a sage to achieve enlightenment, Kabir Das despite being a weaver by profession achieved enlightenment just through his thoughts and actions. It's funny that the land where the first evidence of enlightenment was found now is ruled by incompetent scammers and rapists who ape the West and rule with an iron hand in a velvet glove. And existence, as one can see on social media, is becoming only about performance and show off. The real culture has actually eroded and the visible culture has become a simulation and mimicry of itself.
Friday, 16 January 2026
Opthalmology
In 2013, it was all about learning all that I can so that I can write my stories. There are a lot of writers who do this and I have seen writers gathering all the information they can so that they can turn that information into stories. But it is during the same time I came to realise the transactional reality that pervades our society and even though I took the information for my stories from a supposed public domain I had to pay a thousand percent interest on it as well as I came to know the stratification where individuals above a strata can take freely whatever they wanted from others while they take interest from others for little things that compounds infinitely. When you are in an extractive exploitation setup you have to make your decisions about what can be extracted from you, and I not before fully understanding the setup, decide that if I’m to be extracted by the entity that extracts will only give out instruments that help people see. To know the world clearly, not the earth but the world, is to realise that it is basically a debt trap in the guise of a civilization and a setup of infinite extraction through methods such as intimidation and blackmail. If you are aware you can choose the things that are going to be extracted from you, but only if you are aware. Seeing is important and in my case what occluded my ability to see was belief in God and morality. I still have my personal faith and morals but now I really don’t believe that there is a God or morals in the entity that governs us and this acceptance of reality is not whimsical, it has scientific basis for me. My faith is dependent on belief in archetypes and energy and I don’t equate it with the power governing workings of the world. There is a freedom in knowing how intimate the exploitation is and it takes effort but there is an obvious freedom in bypassing the control and I’m not a person who would bypass the control especially if it feigns as an authority, but I ended up realising that it is outright evil and demonic. All this might sound very pessimistic but actually it is as realistic as it can be at the deepest possible level unless one likes to be at the mercy of literal demons. Of course life circumstances differ greatly and in non-extractive societies life must be better but then I ended up realising that what I see and what I experience is the bottomline. People who have their curated delusions, on the whims of those who curate those delusions, would end up experiencing the same bottomline the majority experiences and it makes luxuries redundant because for the most part retaining luxuries requires killing your conscience and becoming a demon oneself. Not everyone has a conscience, but those who have them prefer the heaven of lightness of their conscience to the heaven of physical pleasures especially if being in physical heaven entails consuming souls of the innocents. I write stories on the side and write things that are not stories. It is how I’m extracted and I try to make sure that the only thing that can be extracted from me are instruments that help people see. In the reality we live in, seeing clearly is the only form of freedom that there is.
Bombtrack
Once you cross a threshold, life becomes about either jumping around hoops of conspiracies or metaphysical designs. There have been numerous satirists in India, in all language, but satire never helps and it would never help because the individuals at whom satire is directed at are way too shameless and tone deaf to even understand it and while satire is civilized form of discourse, the ones at whom satire is directed at in this country take help of ridicule to neutralize dissent. Anyone who has his eyes open, and knows the truth of existence, knows that dissent in our times is just cosmetic. I have been to the deep end, and without any instigation, and I know that dissent is impossible. You can see the impossibility of dissent in evidences present all around in our times, like lead guitarist of a band literally called Rage Against the Machine selling courses. Even rage against the machine has been co-opted and commodified in its favor. I would rather not rage against the machine than get my rage commodified. Authenticity by now has been replaced by performance, and I’m talking about India, lack of means of survival, greed and lack of education made people of this country compromise with their authenticity under pressure, while if you have seen social media, you see common westerners on it, and it is obvious only common westerners would be on social media, and you see a lot of them making zero compromise with their authenticity or even under pressure making a way to express their authenticity. We live in times where rebellion itself has been commodified and it is because rebellion is impossible, it is just a game that is played with innocent or unfortunate souls. Inhuman and unending pressure is put on the human soul and when the person rebels their life is made a spectacle as a “punishment” for that a rebellion and it is here you get the video of a “naxal” getting shot in the ass and croaking while real naxals sip wine in Delhi, or you see an mms of a girl who dared, in her own way, negotiate her freedom from “patriarchal” constructs. I have seen enough of this country to realize that this country at its core is tribal, not unlike Afghanistan or hinterlands of Pakistan, while professing refinement and culture. I crossed the threshold back in the day, and totally unknowingly, and it was for me an organic growth, but I got to see things in return for a growth that was totally organic because I refused to be deluded. I saw Dr Faustus trading his soul to the devil in return for knowledge, I saw Icarus flying too close to the sun, and I saw Greek gods punishing a mortal for daring to love. Of course, these things don’t work in a country that has tribalism at its core while it feigns refinement, culture and civilization. For a common man things that matter are family, love, happiness and growth but things that actually matter at the deepest level are resources, money and pussy. You might wonder why pussy? It is because feminists might be wrong in a lot of things but they are not wrong in that the cause of all troubles is patriarchy, and it is kind of funny because the literal meaning of patriarchy is a council of male elders while the truth that I have seen is that it is a council of incompetent entitled narcissist and psychopathic rapists, there in no elder in here.
Thursday, 15 January 2026
Buffet
Understanding complex social interactions is necessary and especially necessary when you realise that the society can be made to act as a second superego other than the superego you already have. The model of id, ego and superego is useful in properly decoding the sociopolitics around us and the ultimate realisation about the world that we live in is that it’s nothing but economics and finance that affect or even control the sociopolitical reality around us. Some people in the society have to live with two superegos, and this is the arrangement that can be termed as oppression or even exploitation. Among the two superegos one superego is natural and internal that a person develops while during developmental phases from a child to an adult and another is imposed by the entity that governs lives of people, the biopolitical entity that manages people in this country and the world. My approach to analysis is bottomline analysis, I judge the reality by bottomlines. Even at a personal level I can’t really enjoy luxuries if I see people in the society, especially good and underprivileged, getting exploited and even tortured. Their state hence becomes a bottomline for me. If a person has a mindset like me, he, since one’s survival is important for the people they love, goes back to the basics. Like food, clothing, shelter, health, and financial security and, as much as the social arrangement allows, social security. And for recreation, nature and one’s interests and hobbies. Every other thing, for an idealistic person, when he witnesses the reality of systemic gatekeeping becomes redundant. If a person who truly like rock music is prevented from attending rock music concerts through gatekeeping it becomes kind odd but this not a tragedy, the tragedy, once one sees into the true soul of this nation, is that people are systematically gatekept from things as basic as food. Though my tragedy is not that, I, due to being in the field of medicine, am not only witnessing systemic gatekeeping but also passive genocide which as ones come to know the depth of the system we live in, starts to seem kind of very active. Reality if one comes across it is hard to digest but one has to learn to live with it. Oppression in the country we live in is very intimate and one has to learn to come to terms with the second superego that the entity that rules us imposes while at the same time making ourselves capable of rejecting it when it is required. One lives for quite a while and they realise that only authentic professions are farming and business and every other profession is an extension of these two and are basically skills that help people bring food to the table. Even if even considered different professions as complete in themselves, what makes those professions valid are the ethics associated with them, divorced from the ethics, they just become transactions, exchange of goods and services. Like take the example of medicine, it’s just a business of providing services in exchange of money if we divorce it from ethics. I, being in the field, have seen things like sexualization of medical procedures, not by doctors thankfully, but by politics of the land. Once one sees this happening one readily realises that ethics in this country with respect to profession have collapsed and now professions are just business, providing goods and services in exchange of money. It’s just like the builders provide you a house in exchange for money. Once one sees total collapse of professional ethics in this country one realises that it can’t really happen, given one is aware of control pervading people, without mindless exploitation. Social interaction in the setting we live in give us hints about the reality we live in and I think one must cherish the personal relationships they have and cultivate formal and professional relationships for survival and hope that survival isn’t that difficult that they can’t go beyond to search for contentment.
Wednesday, 14 January 2026
weblog #150126
This blog kind of has grown into my official personal blog where I end up writing the thoughts in my head. I started this blog kind of mindlessly as a replacement for my old blogger which I had started in the late 2000s, which I now use as an archive of my writings, and now I end up writing what I feel and what I feel about the world on this blog. It’s funny how different platforms affect your voice differently, though I try to keep it as authentic as possible here and even though I didn’t want it to be this blog sometimes kind of reads like my public journal which is kind of strange because I do maintain two journals almost daily, a digital journal and a handwritten one. In the past decade I have seen how much dehumanization of a person by the politics that runs this country, and possibly the world, is possible, and my personal opinion is that death is better though it is hardly an option for a person who is in his senses and is not selfish and loves his family. You end up knowing the world and end up realising that only two basic occupations are farming and business and all other occupations are extensions of these, especially business while farming helps a person become self-sustaining. I write but I haven’t seen writing as a primary occupation ever. Writing, for me, started because I was a creative person and started writing in my late teens and when I was studying medicine I had a goal of becoming a physician writer, inspired by a lineage of physician writers and particularly Anton Chekhov. In my early adulthood I was deeply inspired by Franz Kafka, and as life unfolded in front of me it became abundantly clear to me why. It was during college that I wanted to write comics alongside my profession of medicine but then the comics industry in this country collapsed and I continued with short stories and blogs with concepts of unwritten novels in my head. Blogging for me was actually what blogging is, a weblog, I maintain a log of my ideas and make it public whereas in my journals I wrestle with deeper and kind of embarrassing personal questions and problems though it is a whole different matter that when you mature you end up realising that all the embarrassment and conflicts in your head are actually the gifts of the society and its politics. I have my goals decided as far as writing is concerned and I’m slowly but surely working on them. Ever since I realised that publishing in India is a propaganda circlejerk of people with connections and reach I gave up the idea of formal publishing of my writings. Although I might end up self-publishing if I ever write something that I really think is worth sharing. My main domain is fiction but I for my own doom see too much and end up writing a bit of non-fiction. I write solely for my own creative pleasure and my goals are that anyone who reads me gets to know the truth or gets educated or gets entertained or gets to feel or all of the four.
No Country for Pen Friends and Stamp Collectors
Tuesday, 13 January 2026
Thou Art The Ruler of Hearts and Minds
There is a standard bureaucratic political reality of this country, where you have Voter IDs, Aadhaar cards and passports and then there is a lived political reality of this country which is quite different and different for every individual. When I was young idealistic and naïve, I used to be a nationalist, when I am not that young and naïve I still am nationalist despite getting disillusioned by nationalist narratives peddled in the country. I’m quite patriotic, and I wanted to join the army when I was younger despite having flat feet and it was disheartening for me when due to personal indecisiveness, I failed to join the NCC when I was in 9th standard. I love the idea of India, it’s beautiful, and I love the constitution of B.R. Ambedkar, and to me it is one of the most beautiful official documents written in the history of the world. I couldn’t join the army but I always in the back of my mind was ready to get drafted if the country needed me, if not in army due to my flat feet, then in the intelligence. The residue of nationalism still remains and I still love the idea of India but as the past decade unfolded for me, I don’t really find myself as patriotic as before. The past decade made me realize that this country is basically an extractive and exploitative kleptocracy run by a feudal-corporate-mafia nexus that also doubles as the providence and exerts biopolitical control over people. Sounds crazy but I have had my experiences and I have done my research and if at all my profession has taught me something, it is rational analysis of people and events. In the past decade I realized that every pillar of this so called democracy has been co-opted and weaponized and so much so that the common people can be called as slaves and robots who are thought of as animals by the ones in control, the worst part of it all is that high value people are controlled by low value incompetent scum who are basically doing anything with people and giving it the name of fate or will of God. I consider myself a Hindu and I believe that Hinduism in its true form is one of the most syncretic, diverse and beautiful religions on this planet, it is as diverse and beautiful as this country is, but the truth of today is that this country is fucked and is turning into the image of those who truly run it. I used to believe in democratic institutions, despite the visible corruption, so it was hard for me to believe that the rich and their litter are literally God and the government is just their working arm, but the reality of slavery ultimately set in. The republic day parade, to me at least, doesn’t hit as good as it used to before and it breaks my heart to see young kids at village schools who salute the national flag of a country that systemically betrays them and in places like Purvanchal deprives them of things as basic as food. If you have seen the social media algorithm you know by now that there is an algorithm for everyone from a rickshawwalla, to you middle aged mother who is watches monkey and vrat and upwaas videos, to your father who watches cheap geopolitical videos. These motherfuckers are actively deluding people at this point while extractive exploitation goes on in background. I have lived in various locations in this country and it was baffling for me to realise that wherever I’m in this country I’m basically a emissary (for the lack of a better word, it sounds way better than intended) and slave of a tier 4 town of a backward region of Uttar Pradesh which at the deepest psychological level is operated like an independent republic by criminals employed by individuals who are basically mafia. So there is no science and flying cars and no real hope for the majority of people there is just fufa jis and bua jis and land disputes. My personal political stance and belief is simple, dignity and people being able to do their work peacefully and take care of the family but the exploitation doesn’t allow that and I was baffled that sufferings of people was not only a hundred percent intentional but actually actively done. After the things that I have seen in the past decade, I have realized that only thing that matters is earning money, taking care of family and having fun. The nation is an illusion which only becomes real when you are trapped in a foreign country and need the help of the embassy and hometown or the native village, not actually but at the deepest psychological level, is the first level of exploitation. Truth has been sobering for a patriotic person like me and while people may think it is due to Bhartiya Janta Party, the truth is that the setup was formulated and applied during Congress rule, BJP after getting power just got the symptoms out and anyway as I said in practical the government and religion is just a working arm of feudal-corporate-mafia axis or as it is fondly called in American terms, the deep state. We are basically ruled by pimps who have sold us to Whites and Muslims and if the conspiracy theories are true, the Jews too.
Monday, 12 January 2026
Varna Fulfillment
India at the deepest level functions on stratification and it is getting progressively worse as time passes. One of the main methods of individual exploitation is inducing imposter syndrome and discontent into people. People here don’t believe in giving their best to their profession and I don’t mean profession as a job, but their skill set. They just want to be better than others instead of really understanding the intricacies of their skill set and profession and while anyone who learns something ultimately aims for mastering it as a natural outcome, people in this country do not seek mastery but the social identity it brings. The arrangement in this country is such that people always live with imposter syndrome and discontent and finally they realise that money is everything and then they end up being a part of the corrupt exploitation machine. This country is actually run by incompetent and clever, and not in a good way, middle men who exploit skilled people who value their craft and skills. Take the field of medicine for example, a person specializing in physiology is socially seen as inferior to a person specializing in surgery, and it is a fact that both domains are important and require specific skill sets. A dentist is never seen as a good dentist until the tooth hurts, but someone who couldn’t be a doctor. I dealt with the same thing as I graduated in homeopathy. It felt like being marginalised from the greater scientific community and I realised that one is not really a doctor when one has to consistently assert that he is one, even if one trained for it. And so I relinquished being called a doctor and refer to myself as just a homeopath even though the common public whom I treat still calls and treats me as a doctor. It was a personal experience but as the greater reality of this country expressed itself to me I realised that this stratification is in everything and in every field and it is a method of individualised exploitation to make people suffer with imposter syndrome and this microstratification within strata is a pretty recent thing as I don’t see people from our parent’s generation have an identity crises about their professional identities. It’s an caste system within caste system that is being developed insidiously in every domain and sphere of life and the only cure of it is dedicating one’s life into honestly practicing the profession of choice and working on constant improvement.
Multiverse of Madness
Sunday, 11 January 2026
Thoughtspill
For Goody Two Shoes
I end up writing for young good boys once in a while because distraction are many. Life is unpredictable for even those who understand the g...
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Jay thrashed his fingers across the strings of his bass guitar, the basis notes reverberating through the dimly lit club. The cr...
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The yellow submarine silently explores the vast green sea. The captain looks through the periscope for the slightest hint of the island of s...
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I got to have my creative milestones for inspiration. Of course I have to depend on the 90s Indian comics book narratives for getting inspir...